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”No hay nada como un sueño
para crear el futuro.”

Victor Hugo

𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚛,
𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕.
𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗,
𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕.

𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘,
𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘.
𝙴𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜,
𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘.

𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒́𝚊,
𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘́𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒́𝚊.
𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊,
𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊.

𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘́, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘́,
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘́.
𝙳𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚊,
𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚊.

𝙲𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜,
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.
𝚀𝚞𝚎, 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘́𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

… ¡𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚣𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊…!

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Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquí. Si es de tu agrado participar, aún estás a tiempo, este es el enlace:

ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚́𝕒

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Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.

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‘There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.’

Leonard Cohen

The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔,
𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕.
𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜,
𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗.
𝙸𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗,
𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢, 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚍𝚘𝚖,
𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍,
𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎,
𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

… 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚣𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊…!

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Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓

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** day by day,**
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